Saturday afternoon this week meant special Mommy-Son time. Jack earned enough stickers on his chart for staying in bed at night to earn a trip to Bouncetown Adventures.
Sweet Yoda, was that kid excited. As we drove there, he and Roary sang a song that the two of them composed, lyrics consisting of the words "Bouncetown USA!" over and over again. Imagine my disappointment when we got there only to discover that the place didn't open for another half an hour. Crap in a hat!
I gave Jack the bad news, immediately assuring him that we would be coming right back. I also launched into the important parenting technique known as Distraction. We had half an hour to kill - did he want to go to McDonald's and eat french fries or to Starbucks?
He chose Starbucks.
Could it be more clear that I brought the right kid home from the hospital?
So, after a quick break for caffiene (for me) and chocolate (for both of us), it was back to Bouncetown. And Jack was a perfect gentleman. He looked out for littler kids. He took turns. He shared the Spongebob Squarepants ice cream treat that I bought for him.
And when it was time to take a bathroom break, he happily complied. As he and I were leaving the bathroom, he heard a little girl about a year older than he is pitching an absolute fit. Jack looked at her in astonishment and said:
There's no crying in Bouncetown!